where is this memory? when is this space? i take the train down through these coils of moments
Rosedale, it says: receiving a text, and knowing too soon i'll be submerged into the tunnel i step off and try to impress a boy i like Bloor, it says: a happy trip spent with new friends journalling at Balzac's - reference library trying a new church the times you could hug goodbye Wellesley, it says: the times you /went/ to church groups trying community for the first time, and finding it and returning to it, over and over, finding love in the kingdom College, it says: visiting a fashion show with someone producing a new friendship the place i would go when I was too afraid to visit -- Dundas, it says: that ill-fated date over pride visiting a man i no longer talk to scared by men screaming at me infinite naïveté total sensory saturation but the thrill of the new
i know again, i am here, because the world shifts around me and i am now, because time keeps passing and memories are etched and forgotten this is the marvellous city, this is me.